My little Ethan Frome added yet another bump/bruise to his collection when he fell against the television at his babysitter’s house yesterday. This morning, as I started to take him to school, he wailed that he didn’t want to go because he was afraid everyone would “talk about my bruise.”

I don’t think he really felt that way — he is typically squarely in the “any attention is good attention” camp — but on Monday I had stupidly tried to prepare him for the fact that everyone would exclaim over his beat-up face, so I think he thought it was an appropriate pretext for drama.

As I asked the teacher, once again, not to make too big a deal over his injury, I’m sure I saw her mentally composing the e-mail to DSS. It’s a good thing there were witnesses for both these injuries.

Meanwhile, I’m celebrating Leap Day by leaping off to Utah for some skiing, just ahead of the storm that’s going to bog down the East Coast.